Me: I'll post this with Chp. 1. I'm extremely sorry for those of you, who've been waiting. I never realized how hard it was to keep up with a story. I haven't started the 3rd Chp. yet, but I plan on it.
Muse: Y'know you really should...
Me: sighs Fine.
POOF
Harry: You're sorry? YOU'RE SORRY! I was stuck as a bloody chicken for two months!
Me: I can turn you back just as easily!
Harry: eep...umm...
Muse: Just be quiet, and she'll forget.
Me: Wanna bet? Maybe I'll turn you into a rabbit! Yes a cute fluffy rabbit with big ears and a fluffy tail.
Harry: mewls Heeeellllpppp.

Disclaimer:ZAP 'Neh. NEVER! I WILL NEVER...' ZZAAPP 'NEH! Okay!I will not, have not, and do not, own Harry Potter. Damn torturous story Nazis' ZZZAAAPPP 'AH DAMMIT WHAT WAS THAT FOR!'
Story Nazis: heh heh heh

Ginny walked back to the burrow, manuscript in hand. She was almost done. But she kept getting stuck. She was writing a romance and had gotten to the ahem descriptive part. And she was stuck! She knew most writers would have just skipped that part, but for some reason, she couldn't. Something kept telling her not to, and whenever she tried...Well the results weren't very...good.

Reading other romances didn't help either. She knew she would never be able to finish this novel. She couldn't describe sex, she had never had it.

'Figures doesn't it?' she sighed and opened the door. 'Finally get off of the cursed 'Writer's Block'.' She giggled remembering her letter to Harry. 'And now I'm stuck again! Looks like this is another story for the drawer.' she sighed again and sat down at the table.

She had plenty of these stories. Romances that is. And she could never finish them. They wound up in the bottom drawer of her dresser...Right next to the letters from Harry.

She had kept every one he had ever written her. 'How many do I have now? About two hundred?' she sighed, yet again.

"Y'know you have some serious mood swings." Hearing the voice, she jumped and spun around in her chair. The owner of the voice grinned.

"You almost gave me a heart attack!" Fred just laughed. "And what do you mean 'serious mood swings'" she glared at him.

"Well, one minute you're laughing, and the next, you're all depressed and junk, and then you're laughing again!" he explained.

"Whatever." She got the chair and started walking to her room, Fred followed.

After placing her story in the drawer, she went to walk out and saw he was still standing there. "Is there a reason why you're following me?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Here." he handed her a letter. "Some hotel or something."

"...WHAT! Why didn't you tell me sooner!" she screamed. He just shrugged with that annoying smile on his face, and walked away.

She slammed the door and muttering something along the lines of 'damn annoying pain-in-the-ass brothers', Ginny sat on the edge of her bed, ripped open the letter, and read:

Dear Ms. Weasley. We have acquired a room for you, but I feel it is my duty to inform that due to the lack of hotels in this area you will be sharing your room with a long-time tenant...

'Oh my dear God.' the letter slid out of her hand and slowly fluttered to the floor.

Fred, who was in the process of moving some of his and George's boxes downstairs, had the distinct...'pleasure' of watching his sister rush to the bathroom...and let you imagine the rest.

After wiping her mouth and drinking some water to get rid of the taste of her breakfast, she shuddered. 'I knew those waffles would come back to haunt me.'

Walking to the kitchen to find something to fill her stomach after the quick and, quite frankly, disgustingly fast emptying, she found her brother in the kitchen still laughing at her.

She glared at him coldly and started making herself some sandwiches.

'Ok, dresser emptied, closet emptied, bed, couch and all the rest of my furniture...Ugh what was mum thinking when she bought me this? Ok getting off-track here...'

"Well it looks like everything's packed." Ginny sighed. Now all she had to do was get to the apartment. Ginny sighed again. '"Oh no mum, I want to find an apartment, I can't stay here all my life." Gah! Why couldn't I be like the rest of the world and take a favour? Oh nooo, I couldn't, so now I'm stuck sharing an apartment with...him' She sighed again thinking of Harry.

Ever since sixth year at Hogwarts when Harry broke up with her, their friendship was...well, just that. A friendship. And it annoyed the living hell outta Ginny. And after he did beat...Voldemort... neither of them seemed to wanna take the plunge again. Well...Ginny did, but she never really saw Harry anymore. He could be an entirely different person! I mean, c'mon, letters usually only told half of the story. Or at least that's what Ginny kept telling herself. She knew she really just didn't want to get hurt...again.

After spelling her suitcases and whatnot to follow her, she walked down the stairs and to the moving truck...

'Ok...just ring the doorbell.' She knew she looked like hell. She had been fidgeting the entire ride. She was nervous...very very very very very nervous. And she wasn't even sure if that explained it well enough.

Her hand hesitated. 'Ok, do it. Do it, do it, do it!' Her finger pressed the little button that, at the moment, was the most horrible thing in the universe to her.

She heard movement. 'Fuck.'

Not even half a minute later although Ginny couldn't tell with her mind in the shambled state it was in right now. Her shoes seemed extremely interesting right now. Huh...one of her shoelaces was undone. She should fix that.

Then the door opened. She heard him clear he voice and she jumped and looked up.

He was still the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. His hair was mussed, his green t-shirt brought out his eyes, his beautiful eyes, his jeans...perfect. He was perfection.

She took this all in in about three seconds. The terror she had been carrying around since she got that letter lifted all of a sudden when she saw him, and the relief made her light-headed. The strain she had put on her body now seemed enormous, and before she knew it, her vision blurred and everything faded.

The last thought she had as she felt his arms around her was that he stilled smelled the same.

Me: People can faint from that. I've never fainted before, well except once when I spilt my head open for the 3rd...or wait was it the 4th? Anyways. Review wonderful readers!
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Me: AAAAHHHHHHH! DAMMIT! STOP THAT!...Wait, I don't see them. Then who's...? MUUUUSSSSEEEE!
Muse: Evil torture objects were provided by"The Dark Recesses of the Author's Mind That No Living Person Shall Ever See." Remember their motto! "HA! Just TRY to find us!"